It says blog, but I'd rather post a draft (!) poem here. Free verse is usually my style, playing with double meanings and idiomatic phrases and some alliteration. I do not force myself to make end rhymes or a particular scheme. And usually I adjust my poems after a few weeks, months or years when I reread them. This is why I call this poem a draft.
Inspired by the double(?) perceived harassment story of Antonio Garcia.
This is my bare body that our common
mother Nature and father Time
gave me when they introduced me to life
This bare body needs to be warmed
in winter with clothing and
with love – during all seasons –
warmed by my own mind and emotions
warmed by other people’s perceptions
My body is making me live
the life that was given
without my permission
excuse me that I’m here
enjoying the atmosphere
free just like you
to contest the nudity taboo
Please, because I know there are several poets active on this site:
any feedback is welcome: regarding content and regarding style.